Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: csmith@onetouch.COM (Craig Smith)
Subject: Re: What this place needs is a .. professional .. umm .. professional!
Date: Wed, 13 May 92 19:46:11 GMT
Message-ID: <1992May13.194611.1435@onetouch.COM>
References: <1992May12.123202.6192@athena.mit.edu>

>After so many dramatic entrances, hardly anyone takes any notice as the door 
>slowly creeps open and a little man, barely more than three feet tall, slides
>through the opening thus created, puffing from the exertion of opening the
>door.  He looks around the room at waist level, his eyes scannind the pouches
>and then the eyes of the other patrons.  Seeing the Drow and mage at their 
>table, he shudders and his eyes move on quickly.  

>At last he looks vaguely disappointed, for there are far too many weapons in 
>readiness for this halfling.  He wanders dejectedly to a corner table, 
>stopping on the way to request a cushion and a glass of ale from the 
>innkeep.  He then hops onto the chair and, standing on the bottom, rests his
>head on his hands.  He begins to watch the crowd with inquisitive eyes, waiting
>for the real drinking to start.  "Someone will leave this inn with a lighter
>purse, or I shall be forced into dungeon slogging again."

Corky Bumbkin watches as the new halfling enter the bar. Seeing the all-too-
familiar moves, glances, and gestures of a cutpurse, he removes his pouch
from his oversized belt and places it inside his jerkin. It produces an
unsightly lump, but Corky feels safer.  "It takes a thief to know a thief,"
he thinks.